By Eric_U


You walk down the street and you hear a weird noise,
You look to the left and spot those old boys,
You then realize the plane getting ready to fly,
The gentle had enough courage, they didn’t cry,
To right is a deserted Coca-Cola shack,
Inside are unopened bottles of Coke still on the rack,
The sounds of young lads that it used to fill,
That was when it was owned by Bill,
Up the road is Main Street,
Busy people begin to creep,
Tailors and shop owners make business,
The streets, though old, still has its liveliness,
As you walk on, you see trucks ready for war,
The troops getting ready after leaving the core,
Guns, Violence, and weapons follow,
A battle will break before the cock crow,
The last thing you’ll see is the army headquarters,
As you look past the friendly the borders,
Many people training hard,
After they ate so much lard,
There are still more parts of the town,
But if I list all of them, you might frown,
There are sites, yet to be explored,
But, when you do, it will have been lured.

Image, Source: digital file from T01 duplicate negative
Image, Source: digital file from T01 duplicate negative
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Image, Source: intermediary roll film

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Image, Source: intermediary roll film
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Image, Source: intermediary roll film
Image, Source: intermediary roll film